In the Jungle

\"In the Jungle\"
by Pluto

Summary: After six years of marriage, Severus and Hermione finally go on their honeymoon.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don\'t own Harry Potter.
Notes: This was written for June, who asked for a sequel to \"Train Ride.\" You don\'t need to have read the previous fic to understand this one.

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\"I\'m sure there\'s a better road to take,\" Hermione moaned, pushing past a fallen tree branch. \"Why didn\'t we hire a tour guide? That would have been sensible.\"

\"We\'re not here to see sights.\"

\"I\'m here to see sights, Severus. Maybe you want to traipse through jungles and climb over rocks, looking for funny potions ingredients, but I wanted to see the ancient wizard ruins, and the Amazonian dwellings, and the caves of Ratatarri.\"

Severus didn\'t reply. He only slid over the tall log, feeling around for any interesting mosses, and pushed forward. He\'d been hearing this all day. There was nothing left for him to do but accept that his wife was a compulsive whiner.

\"And maybe,\" she continued behind him, \"maybe I wanted to buy some nice reading material at a gift shop, or lounge by the pool at the inn. Did you think of that? No, men don\'t think! And you\'re no different than any of them. I\'ve been waiting for my honeymoon for six years, and when I finally get it, what do we do? We go looking for—oof!\"

Severus whipped around. Hermione wasn\'t there.

\"Hermione?\" he called, and before he could call again he heard a rustle on the ground. Hermione emerged from a deep pile of leaves.

Severus took her by the arms and helped her up.

\"You might have seen where you were stepping if you\'d paid more attention to the path than to your gibbering,\" he said, watching her shake leaves off her head.

She glowered at him. \"There is no path.\"

\"Would you like me to get on my knees and brush one out for you?\"

\"Yes,\" she said seriously, \"that would suit me just fine.\"

\"You agreed to come here with me. I asked you if you wanted to stay at the inn, but you said—\"

\"Yeah, yeah,\" Hermione said guiltily. She pushed her hair out of her face, fanning her sweaty neck. \"I\'m sorry for complaining, Severus, but I\'m just so tired. We’ve been out here all day.\"

\"I know,\" he murmured. He put an arm around her shoulder and they continued through the trees side by side.

\"What are we looking for, anyway?\" Hermione asked, as they came to a clearing of grass that reached their knees.

\"Rose of Cupid.\"

\"I don\'t think I\'ve read about that.\"

Severus smirked. \"Then my work is done. I\'ve stumped the know-it-all.\"

\"Don\'t make fun,\" she scolded, leaning her head against his chest. Their pace had slowed to something leisurely. \"What does it do, the plant?\"

\"It\'s not a plant. Well. It\'s a flower—bright pink, with red spores sprouting from the center. Their the main ingredient in—\"

\"Like those?\" she asked, pointing off to the side.

Severus turned. Merlin, he couldn\'t believe he\'d almost missed it! He pulled away from Hermione, jogging over to another clearing, a much smaller one. Here the grass was shorter and softer, almost like millions of fine green threads growing from the earth. And surrounding the grass were large pink flowers, hundreds of them, all in full bloom, reaching up to the sky. It was a sight Severus had only dreamed he would see before they came on this holiday.

The spores of the flowers were in bloom, too. This meant there was a small drop of glistening liquid seeping out of each spore—the nectar. There was enough nectar hear to supply ten Potions masters for years!

He felt Hermione come up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

\"Is this what you were looking for?\" she asked.

\"This is...more than what I was looking for. I was hoping for one or two flowers. But this is a treasure. Do you know how many potions I could make with this?\"

Hermione laughed. \"Enough that I would never see you again! You spend enough time in the lab as it is.\"

Severus\' lips twitched. True. He was lucky she hadn\'t filed for divorce; he might have spent more time with his Potions than her since they were married.

Hermione walked around him, her arms crossed and her eyes alight with curiosity as she looked closely at one flower. Severus slid behind her, his arms tight around her waist. He put his head on her shoulder.

\"You never told me what these flowers do,\" she said.

Severus laughed quietly, his lips on the side of her neck.

\"They are the main ingredient in a popular aphrodisiac,\" he murmured.

Hermione looked at him, suddenly flushed. \"Is that why you asked me to come with you?\"

Severus shrugged, pressing himself closer to her back. The curve of her ass against his crotch felt wonderful.

\"I hoped you and I might...make use of our environment.\"

She smiled. Then she deliberately pressed her ass against his cock. He felt a surge of arousal go through him. He gripped her hips and ground his rising prick against her soft, backside.

\"Oh,\" she whimpered, letting her head roll back onto his shoulder. \"Is it safe to...make use of these flowers in their natural state?\"

\"Hmm,\" he said slowly, \"alone the nectar can be quite powerful. If a person drank too much, he could go mad with arousal.\"

Hermione looked slightly disappointed.

\"But luckily I am a Potions master,\" Severus went on, in a very deep voice. \"And I know exactly how much to use.\"

Now she looked pleased. She took his hands and pressed them onto her full, round breasts.

\"Touch me,\" she said, and Severus could not disobey her.

He squeezed her breasts firmly, enjoying the familiar shape of his wife. It was different, playing with her breasts when they were not covered in the thick material of her robes. Now he ran his hands down thin, white material, pulling up a shirt she had worn to stay cool in the hot weather. He was ready to get his hands on her flesh, those large nipples of hers; he pressed his lips together when he came into contact with a bra instead. Why did woman have to where these wretched things?

Severus unhooked the front clasp. Hermione gasped when her tits bounced out into the humid air. Severus turned her around and pulled her against him, his arm around her waist and his hand filled with her breast.

Hermione tried to grind against him, tried to feel his cock through his jeans, but his grip on her body was too tight. He was too aroused now to let her have her own way. When Severus wanted it desperately, he was very controlling.

Severus went on groping her breasts, forcing her to stand still and enjoy it. He rolled a nipple between his thumb and finger; she pressed her face into his shoulder and squealed into his shirt. Hermione tried wrapping a leg around his waist, wanting to find an angle at which to rub her clothed pussy against his prick, but Severus pushed her leg away.

He turned her around again, kissing down her neck. He feasted on the juncture of her shoulder and neck. He left large red marks, as if to claim his territory. While he was doing this, he began to press his prick against her ass again, bending her over slightly to let her feel the hardness against her pussy.

As Severus kissed her, he let his eyes stray to the nearest flower. He reached out and carefully detached it from the growth of leaves it was nestled in. He pulled away from Hermione\'s neck, and she moaned softly, lolling back into his shoulder again. He slowly dragged the flower up her pink, wet neck, not letting the nectar touch her skin. He didn\'t want to waste it.

\"In a moment,\" he said, \"you\'re going to be so horny for me, you won\'t be able to speak. Take off the rest of your clothes, and let me see the body I\'m about to fuck.\"

Flushed and shaky, Hermione stepped away from him to pull off her jeans and knickers. As she bent over, lowering them to the ground, Severus got a deliciolimplimpse of her spreading ass and wet pussy. She pulled off her shoes as well, and set the lot aside.

Severus stepped toward her. He loved how shaky she looked. She wasn\'t nervous about having sex with him, of course; they\'d done this many times. It was the unusual situation—she was excited, and that excited him, in turn.

\"Stick out your tongue,\" he said, and when she did he raised the flower to her lips. He pressed one red, leaking spore against the tip of her tongue, allowing the moisture to soak in.

He turned around to set the flower next to her clothes. When he turned back, there was something different about her eyes. They were filled with desire.

Severus wouldn\'t waste that desire for another minute. He began to divest. But before he could finish, Hermione was coming toward him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing his chest through his half open shirt. Severus put a hand on her, trying to push her away for a moment, but she wouldn\'t go. She had her hand down his jeans, fisting his prick as hard as he could. Severus groaned.

He dragged Hermione to the ground, making sure to situate himself behind her so that she\'d know what he wanted from her. Immediately, she pressed her face to the ground and lifted her ass high in the air. She began to moan and push back into the thin air, as if inviting anyone to come and fuck her. It made Severus extremely hard.

He removed his prick from his trousers. He couldn\'t take the time to finish undressing himself. He had to fill this beautiful creature with his cock. Quickly, he bent over Hermione and forced his prick into her slick hole.

\"Fuck,\" he grunted. She was even tighter than normal. He had no idea the nectar did that.

Severus pounded into her. She used her arms to propel her self back onto his prick, shrieking and tossing her head like an animal. The sight of his prim wife opening up so much, acting so wanton, made him groan in pleasure. He couldn\'t hold back. He reached around and took those large breasts in his hands, stilling their wild bouncing, and used them to wrench her further onto his cock. Now he was as deep as he could go inside her body, fucking her wildly.

He couldn\'t hold on any longer. He spilled his seed into her tight little body. He held onto her as if she was his only anchor to Earth, thrusting and groaning, until every shot of semen was planted into her.

Severus removed his soft prick from her body and laid himself in the grass, breathing harshly.

Apparently Hermione wasn\'t done, though. She climbed on top of him, trying to insert his limp dick into her hole, but it wasn\'t going the way she wanted. She began to whimper desperately, and Severus took pity.

He reached to the side and found the flower he had used before. He placed two drops on his tongue. He was a man, so he required larger doses; plus, he\'d just had an orgasm, so he needed more to get his prick up again.

Almost immediately, he felt himself becoming aroused. And a new sensation took over his brain. It was an undeniable longing to stick his prick into a woman\'s pussy. He couldn\'t talk about it or think of anything else. Hermione was delighted, rubbing the hard member against her clit, trying to arouse Severus further. It was working.

Now that his cock was hard again he took Hermione by her thin waist and lifted her up. Then he thrust his cock up her body and he pressed her down onto it. Hermione screamed loudly, bracing herself on his chest. She bounced up and down with him. He enjoyed watching her tits move in front of his face. He wanted to suck on them, lick those sweet pink nubs, but this urge to plug up Hermione with his come was stronger. He continued to work hard, using his legs to force himself upward.

The ground made his back itch, but it didn\'t matter. The sun made him sweat, but it didn\'t matter. Hermione\'s cunt was leaking all over his prick, and that was amazing. It was seeping out onto his legs. He wanted to lick it up. Wanted the taste of woman in his mouth.

Hermione kept sliding up and down in his cock for so long that he shuddered, her pussy tightening around his cock. Severus thought she would slump onto his chest, but she kept going, fucking herself on his large prick. He lifted himself off the ground, wrapping his arms around her. He used this position to grab her by the ass and lift her quickly and pull her down repeatedly. Yes, houghought; her pussy was so tight.

Soon he was coming again, spraying load after load of hot seed up her pussy. Hermione shouted hoarsely, as if she could feel the thick come coating her insides.

Hermione fell to the side, catching herself before she hit the ground. She panted on her hands and knees.

\"Oh my god,\" she said eventually.

Severus could relate.

\"I still...I still...\" she said.

Severus knew what she meant. His prick, though it had gone soft, was filling up again. He knew she was feeling the effects of the aphrodisiac too. Before it became too powerful, Severus crawled to his wife, taking her in his arms and kissing her deeply. He ran his tongue against hers, savoring the bitter taste of the nectar still in her mouth.

Hermione smiled at him, laying back into the grass. She looked beautiful, with her hair splayed around her head, holding herself open to be fucked. Severus took her by the thighs and pulled her forward. He held her legs high in the air and pointed his prick at her welcoming vagina. Then he eased himself in slowly.

They made love this time. The pace was slow. Severus felt the urge to pound into her, but his love for her was stronger. He was recalling that day ten years ago when they were together for the first time. He wanted to savor this moment, recalling all their years since. He couldn\'t believe this young, pretty girl wanted him. He couldn\'t believe shed ied in bed with him every night, couldn’t believe he woke up to his brilliant woman pressed against him.

Slowly, Severus worked them both to orgasm. He dragged his long cock out of her pussy, then pressed it back in. Hermione convulsed around his prick. He knew she was coming. He took her by the hips, leaned close to her, and kissed her as she finished, making little whimpers into his mouth. He let her orgasm milk out his. As she tightened, his prick gave a sharp twitch, and he began to pour his juices into her body. She held him close as he sprayed long shots of come deep within her.

This was her favorite part, she once told him. She loved how he felt when he was coming. She loved spreading her legs wide, letting him take her. It made her happy to feel him shooting part of himself into her body. It made her feel like a woman, accepting his seed.

Afterward, they lay curled around each other, Hermione\'s head on his chest. Their legs were tangled together, her slender, smooth ones against his strong, rough ones. They were at peace.

It had taken them six years to have their honeymoon. But, Severus thought, feeling Hermione\'s heartbeat against his, it had been worth the wait.

*fin*


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